Magic Big K.R.I.T.

[Intro]
I'm on a roll, hahaha
12 for 12, I don't even know what time this shit dropping
It's gonna be one of them albums, yeah
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I'm on a roll like a rim on the road
Swangers adapted while scraping them fours
Pressing them buttons, ah it ain't nothing nigga
Popped up the trunk: look what it shows
Smooth criminal, he's in the game
These niggas, here is easily lame
Creeping and crawling, my TD was falling
Like woah-woah-woah, easy up bang
Chopped up the corner, I subbed out the whip
Sprayed it with the candy, dab it in drip
Underneath the sun it pose and it flip
Bitch it pucker up the chrome on your lips
Get out the car like I fell off a cliff
Fondue flow, I'm good with the chips
Old school grind, I'm good with the clips
Turn the club parking lot to the VIP

[Chorus]
Hate to make it bout money my nigga
But it's about money my nigga
I rarely be talking bout balling but
Ain't like a nigga just getting by
Ain't like a nigga ain't overseas, top floor, car keys
Got chains, got rings, but I rock these Ds
Why not? When you come with shit out of thin air it's magic
Viola, when I tell a bitch "jump on it, jump on it", she say "haha"
I told yall I brought my gun with that ring
Aha, who the fuck said I wasn't king?